Desmond tried his best to remain calm, refusing to show Rowan the fear he sought. Just like everyone else, he was aware of William's father-in-law's death, but the family had been secretive about it and claimed it to be from a cold. Desmond believed the story up until this point.
Desmond knew he had done nothing to offend William to the point the man would want him dead. They were longtime friends for goodness sake and Desmond was handing William his daughter on a silver platter.
"You will eat those words one of these days," Desmond promised the shabby man.
"Tell you what Baron, I'll help you tie me up so you can shove those words down my throat. You should know, I am a man who enjoys pain," Rowan licked his dry lips.
"This conversation is over," Desmond no longer wished to carry on the conversation any further. He knew of Rowan to be a man with sick habits be it with a man or woman.
